The Six-spot Burnet Moth.
My mum had a funny story she used to like to tell about the Six-spot Burnet Moth.
I have always been in love with wildlife, even as a tiny kid. My Dalmation dog, Gyp, Snails in the garden, the annual visit to London Zoo. I had an encyclopedia of Animal Life with black and white drawings that I would spend hours tracing and then colouring in.
Well back in the nineteen hundreds (probably around ’61/62) it was the custom for the family to go out for a drive in their new automobile and so we did and we stopped in a lay-by beside a grassy meadow for a picnic. Us children went to play in the grass. It was full of these beautiful little moths. Have you seen them fly? their wings create a little sort of red centre surrounded by a black mist. I was fascinated.
I couldn’t bear to leave them and when it came time to go I gathered as many as I could and filled up my pockets with them, then of course I let them go in the car.
My family were not great on wildlife and freaked out a bit at the time but my mum used to love telling that story about her cheeky little monkey. Happy days.
I filled my pockets up again today.